’ A little sigh escaped her. And they could talk, they found; and never once, it seemed, did their meaning and intention hitch. He was so horny that he could probably make love to a tree. Then her white teeth gleamed, and her excuse for remaining any longer before that little marble table was gone. You saw him? You have been to Remenham House?’ ‘Remenham House? I wish I’d been only to Remenham House. "We were close upon him when he suddenly disappeared. There he sat, cheerfully friendly in his sex’s freedom—the man she loved, the one man she cared should unlock the way to the wide world for her imprisoned feminine possibilities, and he seemed regardless that she stifled under his eyes; he made a jest of all this passionate insurgence of the souls of women against the fate of their conditions. Watching her strip had been delicious for him, and a part of him enjoyed her self-consciousness acutely. He's got the gift of the gab.
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